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Fatal Mushroom Trip

A friend of mine and myself had been planning on eating a large quantity of mushrooms for a long time.



A friend of mine and myself had been planning on eating a large quantity of mushrooms for a long time. We have both had fairly extensive experience with mushrooms; usually eat 3 to 5 grams at a time. This time we decided we would both try and munch a 1/4 each (7 grams). When we picked up the mush from our dealer he warned us that he had gotten a new batch, which know one had tried yet, but was told that they were very potent. We purchased a 1/4 each and went back to my place to eat them.

After devouring the mush at my place we decided to head over to a friends, who was having a small party that night. While we were driving over we could both feel the mush coming on pretty strong, so we decided to stop at a park on the way to have a little break, and trip out in nature for a while. After this point, things get pretty vague and I don't really remember exactly what happened.

All I can really remember is feeling the mush coming on really strong when we were parked in the parking lot of the park, and telling my friend that maybe this was a bad idea to eat a 1/4. I remember him telling me that he agreed, and that he wasn't feeling too good. After this point in our trip things took a really bad turn for the worse.

I was loosing touch with reality, everything seemed so complicated, I was hullucinating really bad to the point that I couldn't see anything that was real, everything was a hullucination coming from inside my fucked up brain, nothing was making sense, and eventually I lost it. I didn't know what was happening anymore, I didn't know where I was, I didn't know who I was with, I didn't even know what I was anymore for that matter. I remember feeling REALLY scared, thinking I was going to die. All I could think of was death; a little voice inside my head kept telling me that "I'm going to die, and it's alright", when I asked the little voice why I was going to die it simply said "mushrooms". I don't know for sure how long I was in this state of mind since it seemed like an eternity, but I would have to estimate 3 to 4 hours.

Finally after what seemed like forever, it felt as though a huge weight had been taken off my brain, and I was somewhat able to think and see again. It felt like I was coming out of a coma, even though I've never been in one before. I was able to understand what was happening now, and why. I remembered that I had eaten a shit load of mush, and must have gotten really fucked from it. I also realized that I was curled up in a little ball in the driver seat of my car, practically naked, and freezing cold. I just realized that I forgot to mention that it was winter time (-10 celcius). Anyways, I figure I must have taken my clothes off at some point in the trip, but can't remember when, or what I had done with them. Then I remembered that my good friend Luke was with me, but he wasn't in my car anymore, and I had no idea where he went.

I just sat there in my car, naked, freezing cold, and in shock for a long time; I was still really fucked up, which is why I never started my car to get warm, since it was so cold out. I would have to estimate I sat there for another 2 to 3 hours.

I finally started to feel more normal, so I motivated myself to try and find out what happened with my clothes, and my friend Luke. This is when things went from bad, to undescribably horrid.

I got out of my car and walked around it in hopes of finding my clothes. To my astonishment I found Luke curled up in a ball, naked in the snow bank beside my car. He was totally white; and when I called to him he didn't respond. I knew he was dead almost instantly, but it took several
hours to come to grips with it. I sat in my car, crying, thinking awful thaoughts that I don't even want to mention, until sunrise. Then I dialed 911 on my cell phone and told my story to the very kind lady on the other end of the line.

The mushrooms didn't directly kill my friend, it was hypothermia. If he wouldn't have been so looped out of his mind like I was from the mush, he would have never gotten himself in the position that he did. I am very lucky to be alive today, as I could have very easily died from hypothermia as well. The police, and paramedics figured that the car must have retained some of my body heat to keep me alive, or maybe I started the car at some point in my trip, and I just don't remember.

Since the "trip" I have had severe emotional problems. I am getting therapy right now, but it hasn't really improved my emotional state at all. I have also since been kicked out of college because my grades are too low, and because I am not emotionally stable. I spend most of my days crying, and contemplating suicide. I wish this would have never happened. I think I have scarred myself for life, actually I know I have.

I guess the lesson from all of this is, if you're gonna do drugs, be sensible, know your limits, and always have a sober person around just in case.

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